The Flight of The Stargazer
And I want to be free.
The horses run the grassy meadows,
But I want to be free.
The beavers build their peaceful dams,
Still I want to be free.
The lizards laze in the desert sun,
Oh, when will I be free?
I climbed the Northern crags,
But still I wasn't free.
I raced the Eastern slopes,
But still I wasn't free.
I swam the Southern seas,
But still I wasn't free.
I rode the Western desert,
But still I wasn't free.
"Magic is the answer,"
Said an old wise man.
And he drew a circle on the ground,
And said a magic word.
And I opened my eyes
For the very first time.
Magic was everywhere,
In water, earth, and sky,
And instead of being free
I had a sudden urge to fly.
The birds took me up
And I drank the stars,
And ate the sun,
And rested in the moon.
"I won't be free until I die,"
I was thinking, when I landed,
"Until I fly where nought has flown
And a chance of life I am handed."
(written by our very own
J12, Resident Poet -
this morning's soulful ponderings.)
7 Comments:
Go J!
Really WOW - very impressive.
Given me peace this morning. Thank you.
That's amazing!! He's got a real gift!
O M G!
A.maze.ing!
Such talent! That poem took me completely out of myself and onto another planet...
I love that! (Tried to leave a comment yesterday, but our computer is acting up, and I got kicked off! Again!) He has a real gift. xxx
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